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A  FOREWORD 

TO 

THE  PANAMA-PACIFIC 

INTERNATIONAL 

EXPOSITION 

BY 

JULIET  L.JAMES 

BERKELEY,  CALIFORNIA 


JANUARY,  1915 

RICARDO  J.  OROZCO  PRESS 

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THE  PASTEL  CITY 

BY  THE  SEA 

There  is  a  hill-crowned  city  by  a  silver 
sea,  near  a  Golden  Gate.  For  ages,  the 
water  has  washed  from  an  almost  land- 
locked bay  against  this  hill-crowned  city, 
and  on  its  northern  side  has  created  of 
the  shore  an  amphitheatre  stretching 
for  some  three  miles  to  the  western 
headlands. 

Behind  this  amphitheatre  rises,  in  ter- 
races, the  steep  hills  of  this  water-lashed 
city,  and  in  part,  a  forest  of  pines  stretches 
to  the  west.  Man  has  flanked  this  reach 
of  shore  by  two  lowering  forts,  and  in 
front,  across  the  sapphire  sea,  one  looks 
onto  the  long  undulations  of  hills,  cli- 
maxed by  grand  old  Tamalpais. 

Just  three  years  ago,  and  one  saw  in 
this  same  low-lying  shore  only  a  marshy 

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stretch,  with  lagoons  working  their  way 
far  into  the  land — the  home  of  the  sea- 
gull. 

There  came  a  time  when,  had  you 
looked  closely,  you  would  have  seen 
coming  thru  the  Golden  Gate  a  phantom 
flotilla  of  caravels,  freighted  with  clever 
ideas. 

On  the  vessels  came,  and  at  the  prows 
were  several  noble  figures:  Energy, 
Enterprise,  Youth,  the  Spirit  of  the  East, 
the  Spirit  of  the  West,  Success,  and  in  the 
last  caravel,  the  stalwart  Mother  of  To- 
morrow. 

They  had  dug  and  delved  with  mighty 
Hercules  and  had  created  that  great  gap 
that  has  severed  two  continents.  Then, 
leaving  their  work  to  be  finished,  they 
had  sailed  on  to  celebrate  their  triumph 
in  the  Land  of  El  Dorado  the  region  of 
their  desires. 

In  a  shallop  in  front  of  these  floating 
winged  vessels,  riding  on  the  waves, 

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came  Venus  rowed  by  the  fairies — in  her 
hand  the  golden  ball  of  opportunity. 

The  mermaids,  the  dolphins,  the  little 
sea-horses  sported  in  the  wake  of  these 
vessels,  leaving  a  long  line  of  foam  and 
silver  as  they  sped  on. 

Over  the  waves  they  came  to  the 
Golden  Land  of  the  Pacific.  They  moored 
their  vessels  by  the  fort-flanked  shores, 
and  stepping  out  upon  the  haunt  of  the 
sea  -  gull,  they  moved  boldly  across  this 
unsightly  stretch  of  wave -washed  shore. 

Enterprise  and  Energy  pushed  ahead: 
the  Fairy  ever  flitting  near.  At  a  signal 
from  Enterprise  the  Fairy  turned  her 
wheel,  Venus  threw  her  golden  ball  of 
opportunity,  and  lo!  out  of  the  foam  of 
the  sea  rose  a  Venus  city  with  the  round 
sea-bubbles  resting  on  the  roofs. 

One  day  a  man  appeared  on  the  hill- 
top o'er-looking  this  wondrous  city,  and 
by  his  magic  power,  being  filled  with 
music,  with  color-music,  he  cast  a  spell, 

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and  behold  a  pastel  city  by  the  sea — such 
an  one  as  only  those  who  dream  could 
think  of;  a  city  glowing  with  warmth  of 
color,  with  a  softness  and  mystical  charm 
such  as  only  the  brain  of  Jules  Guerin 
could  produce. 

He  is  the  conductor  of  this  wondrous 
symphony,  this  beautiful  Mozart  fanta- 
sia, and  if  you  listen,  you  can  hear  the 
strains  of  the  great  beautiful  melodies 
wafted  now  east,  now  west,  now  north, 
now  south,  rising  to  great  climaxes,  fall- 
ing back  to  great  chords  of  harmony,  or, 
in  an  allegro  movement,  causing  you 
almost  to  trip  with  delight  in  the  joy  of 
it  all. 

Your  eye  is  enthralled  with  the  beauty 
of  the  coloring.  One  sees  turquoise  green 
domes  floating  in  a  silver-moated  ether, 
long  colonnades  of  glacial  ice  columns 
leading  to  regions  beyond,  where  quiet 
silver  pools  throw  back  the  mirrored 
glories. 

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Battalions  of  daffodils  holding  their 
long  sabres,  stand  in  the  South  Garden 
making  ready  for  the  great  festival.  Soon 
those  daffodils  will  raise  their  golden 
trumpets  and  will  sound  the  fanfare  at 
the  opening  of  the  Great  Jubilee,  and  up 
will  spring  two  hundred  thousand  wide- 
eyed  yellow  pansies  to  look  and  wonder 
at  the  marvelous  beauty,  and  help  in  the 
hallelujah  chorus  that  will  be  one  great 
paeon  of  joy,  one  splendid  hymn  of 
praise. 

And  the  blue  eucalypti  against  the 
walls  will  lend  their  voices,  the  yellow 
acacias  will  add  their  cadences;  while 
down  by  the  great  lagoon,  ten  thousand 
periwinkles  will  dance  for  joy. 

Far  out  on  the  waters  will  be  intoned 
to  the  rhythm  of  the  waves,  a  chorus 
from  white  robed  water-lilies  who  like  a 
throng  of  choristers  will  send  their  an- 
thems rippling  over  the  sun  kissed 
waves. 

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The  Spirit  of  the  East  that  has  added 
its  domes,  its  minarets,  its  soft- glowing 
colors  will  remain  and  join  hands  with 
the  Spirit  of  the  West,  that  strong,  pul- 
sating, energetic  spirit,  and  the  harmony 
produced  will  vibrate  from  the  shores  of 
the  Occident  to  the  shores  of  the  Orient, 
and  bring  about  a  better  understanding; 
a  great  world  peace. 

And  the  world  will  come  to  listen. 
The  great  music  will  sound  across  the 
waters,  and  the  world  will  be  the  better 
in  its  way  of  thinking,  of  working,  of 
living  —  and  all  because  of  the  great 
beauty. 

Wonderful  is  it  to  be  living  today,  to 
have  the  opportunity  of  watching  the 
beginning  of  this  mighty  growth;  to  be 
present  at  one  of  the  world's  greatest 
events. 

And  the  pastel  city  by  the  sea  will 
not  leave  us,  for  as  the  years  go  on,  what- 
ever be  our  mission,  the  vision  of  this 

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dream-city  will  float  before  us,  leading 
us  to  finer,  higher  works,  strengthening 
our  ideals,  and  causing  us  to  give  only 
of  our  finest  fibre. 


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